last week of the month.

tuesday. millie's bridal dinner at casa bianca. great company. dessert drop-off. and lots of rain!



surfacing rainy valleys. playing at burbank station.


q turned lucky seven on wednesday. there really aren't enough words to describe how i feel about that little girl. during our sleepover she tried to attach a lock to my journal "so nobody can read it without permission." it didn't work so she offered to lend me one of her diaries. she learned how to load film into her diving camera. she schooled me on chess and war. we talked about jobs. she learned that getting presents early isn't as fun as getting them on the actual birth day. we worked a little bit on our zine. we fed the cats. she's the only person i know who likes strawberry cream cheese. this is all before noon.

steve. flea/dreadlock free.





lauren blew out q's candles before she could get to them.

q being casual about the candle do-over.



lauren post-timeout.

q's mind before bed.

this is what i wake up to when i'm with her.

she put that hat on as soon as she woke up.

more job ideas.




drove the coast road from belmont shores to jamboree/newport beach to get to irvine for thanksgiving day. ended up being a super chill mini spa session swimming laps and soaking in the jacuzzi for hours after a casual prime rib lunch with shy & fam.

huh. i don't get how people would rather sit in boring freeway traffic instead of taking pch. not that i mind having the coast road to myself. so chill.

it's all about parker.



towel.



kodi bear. furry.

santa barbara is seriously one chill spot. i don't know how to describe the experience. forever coast views. falling asleep to waves & essential s.getz. i think i've found my new hideout. i'm inspired to trip more of the west coast very soon. perhaps i'll try the route from s.f. back down to l.a. via amtrak. feel it out.






wines & bucatini.

saturday morning wake up.

love love love.

kell, greg, ev, & mia. the go-with-the-flow crew for real.



saturday eve. barely 6pm.


mmm sunday morning.



back at home. catching up with what's turning out to be conventional after all. i've come to accept the fact that skate videos basically pave the way for a lot of mainstream shit - from the fashion to the soundtracks to everything. even down to art direction. i was flipping thru channels earlier tonight and caught the end of the britney "documentary" on mtv. her outro is yet another knock-off of the lakai video intro. here's an example of another bite that kenzie discovered. fireworks yo. creative karma. personally, i would not fuck with that.

bienvenido al primer día del mes ultimo 08.

good vibes. big things.

make that day job the dream job.




daydreaming.
tent. sleeping bag. java logs. california. trees. hot chocolate.